Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides
Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves
The moon glows Upon my mind Alone is the pain of yesterday —I let her go The twilights glow
In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and
My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates
The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do
Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues
Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets
Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
Cobwebs in my mind Sand in my eyes Outside the birds chirp Their delightful surprise Gentle breezes